Too much eau de parfum coursing through my veins..

Monday, June 27, 2005

Faith vs. Religion


I finished Angels and Demons by Dan Brown yesterday, and there was one small discourse which articulates exactly what I feel about faith and religion:

Vittoria: "Religion is like language or a dress. We gravitate towards the practices with which we were raised. In the end though, we are all proclaiming the same thing. That life has meaning. That we are grateful for the power that created us."

Langdon: "So you are saying that whether you are a Christian or a Muslim simply depends on where you were born?"

V: "Isn't it obvious? Look at the diffusion of religion around the globe."

L: "So faith is random?"

V: "Hardly. Faith is universal. Our specific methods for understanding it are arbitrary. Some of us pray to Jesus, some of us go to Mecca, some of us study sub-atomic particles. In the end, we are all just searching for truth, that which is greater than ourselves."


Dan Brown, get out of my head!

Thursday, June 23, 2005

Went to Attica last night. That place does not have free flow for ladies on wednesday, so I didn't get pissed drunk like I planned. I met some people from the forums there. It was kinda boring initially, till about 12 or so, when I was too drunk to notice anything else. There was an Italian guy who looked as stuck up as he was cute. Perhaps he was just bored, lets give him the benefit of doubt.

One of the girls from the forums was a horny chick from Canada. She could really move! Later when we were out of the place, she was all "I need to fuck" blah blah. She reminded me of Yore, only more of an attention - whore.

Later at night before I got home, I messages the surrogate BF to ask him when the hell we are going to do it. He thought I had gone mad and called me up (at 1am). I told him I was just drunk and rambling. He was very curious to know who I was with. I'm going to give the prefuntory "Just a friend, you wouldn't know him/her" answer to everyone now, whenever I go out with ppl from the forums.

This evening the lab bitch came to talk about some project we are collaborating on. She apologized for "not helping" earlier. WTF, she thinks that one can be as rude as one wants to, as long as there's an apology later?! Apparently she wanted to ask me out for coffee, to make amends. I told her I was too busy, and that it was ok, I can understand her being busy. Though what I can't understand are her complete lack of people-skills. I didn't tell her that of course, I'm only here for a while more anyway (hopefully).

I went to the SPG blog today. It's interesting....she uses a lot of big words for a 19yo (sounds like a General Paper), but she can't tell the basic difference between you're/your and they're/their. Irked me no end. That gave me a headache, so I gave up on it after a while. She is one messed up kid. Nice photos though - if I were slim (not necessarily her figure, cuz she has NO boobs whatsoever), I'd like to get hold of her phtographer.

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Hola cyberworld!! My second blogpost!

I forgot the adress of the first blog that I created. Which only had one entry, something along the lines of "yay, my first blogpost!", so not much lost there.

I met up with Suds for dinner and drinks yesterday. He lost his credit card the previous weekend at a club in Boat quay, and some dude billed him for 200 bucks on it. He had to go and get it cancelled. Later Sands and one of their colleagues joined us, and we ended up at this godwaful bar/ karaoke joint because that was the only place in 10 miles of BQ which had an empty pool table.

This was my first time at a karaoke joint, and I nearly had an embolism in there. . There was a group of 4 or 6 people singing in there, and the first couple of hours it was one chinese song after another. Which was OK, cuz I can't tell apart a good and bad song if it's in another language.

Then one of the guys decided to go for Summer of 69. Yes, the Bryan Adams number. God help me, I can tell apart a good BA number and noise. This person's version was replete with facial expressions et al. When the initial assault was over, he decided to go in for Maroon 5's This Love, followed Careless Whispers.

All this from a guy who pronounced "best days of my life" as "bast days of my rife". I kid you not.

The highlight of the perfomance was some song called "Judy's lips". It could very well be a Sinatra number, but I can't be bothered to check. I was torn between deciding which was worse - the karaoke singer or the video playing with the lyrics. There was an oriental couple (couldn't make out what kind) and this was shot in London I think. The clothes were classic 80's. Giant poofy skirt and white sneakers with white socks for the girl, some weird looking blazer for the guy. There was a line in the song that went something like "I like the little twist in Judy's walk". And at this very line, the girl goes jumping like a crazed jackrabbit, and then resumes walking like usual.


Oh man.... I'm not going to forget this night any time soon.....